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fullmetal will show him his posting history, how he has changed as a person and who he has come to tolerate. then he will show justin all the people he alienated in his time, watching them drift away before the moment came to drag them back in: tanks, turtle, toku, shineyrocksinmyass. all slowly fade into darkness, shaking their heads at The Fastest Kid in the First Grade, who runs to try and catch up, but falters, his rep from posts past spilling out onto the floor.

then keke le cat takes his hand and show him the forums of those he shuns. suits n sandles, gr00vy, skype chatrooms, all loling and sharing their thoughts and feelings. having debates about weed without his corrective stance, posting pics of shirtless men away from his peering eyes, gleefully looking over archived posts at the past, tut-tutting at the boy named justine whose man-period rants only make them laugh. she shows him two snivelling children, college and maturity, who threaten to tear apart the internet life he now knows.

finally alpha man appears before him, and says nothing, only ignoring justin's posts. he drags justin to niagra falls and throws him over the edge. justin tumbles through the misty falls, screaming. he looks over to the viewing platform to see all the other pokedreamers laughing and drinking eggnog, and he realizes then that the only way for those he speaks to to truly care for his fate is if he touches their hearts and becomes their friends.

justin awakens in a sweat. he opens his window and shouts to the snow shoveler below, "my dear boy, what day is it!?" "it's christmas, faggot." justin smiles and sits down at his computer. he brings up the miscellaneous discussion of pokedream and opens the profiles of each poster. and then, slowly but surely, he moves his mouse to the left side of each profile and selects "+ Add as Friend".

fullmetal will show him his posting history, how he has changed as a person and who he has come to tolerate. then he will show justin all the people he alienated in his time, watching them drift away before the moment came to drag them back in: tanks, turtle, toku, shineyrocksinmyass. all slowly fade into darkness, shaking their heads at The Fastest Kid in the First Grade, who runs to try and catch up, but falters, his rep from posts past spilling out onto the floor.

then keke le cat takes his hand and show him the forums of those he shuns. suits n sandles, gr00vy, skype chatrooms, all loling and sharing their thoughts and feelings. having debates about weed without his corrective stance, posting pics of shirtless men away from his peering eyes, gleefully looking over archived posts at the past, tut-tutting at the boy named justine whose man-period rants only make them laugh. she shows him two snivelling children, college and maturity, who threaten to tear apart the internet life he now knows.

finally alpha man appears before him, and says nothing, only ignoring justin's posts. he drags justin to niagra falls and throws him over the edge. justin tumbles through the misty falls, screaming. he looks over to the viewing platform to see all the other pokedreamers laughing and drinking eggnog, and he realizes then that the only way for those he speaks to to truly care for his fate is if he touches their hearts and becomes their friends.

justin awakens in a sweat. he opens his window and shouts to the snow shoveler below, "my dear boy, what day is it!?" "it's christmas, faggot." justin smiles and sits down at his computer. he brings up the miscellaneous discussion of pokedream and opens the profiles of each poster. and then, slowly but surely, he moves his mouse to the left side of each profile and selects "+ Add as Friend".

except for se7en, that douche

10/10

Your an absolutely wonderful man, any girl that is yours is lucky and I know that from personal experience. ~KMT